I can't be a demon.

Chapter 230: The Demons Are All Beloved Friends
Get the true scriptures...

Shen Lian watched the two people go away, repeating the scriptures in his mind. He couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts, secretly guessing the cause and effect of thousands of years ago.

If the journey to the West was reversed, where did Tang Seng's true scriptures come from?

Could the disaster in the 27th year of Zhenguan be caused by the true scriptures?
"The true scripture of Lion Camel Ridge involves the immortals on land, but it is indeed as Ye Lan said, there is no contact with immortals on land in the territory of the Tang Dynasty at present."

Could it be that the immortals on earth, like those great demons, choose to hide in the dark?

Shen Lian did not comment.

He believed that the answer lay deep within Lion Camel Ridge, but with his current strength, he might not be able to uncover all the truth.

"Xinshan."

"My subordinate is here."

Shen Lian lay against the wall, recuperating while striving for the perfection of Dao Infant.

"Check Guan Ping's residence. It should be in the southwest of the capital, but Panhuan Cave has intervened, so try not to get close."

With one of the Seven Lions guarding the mansion, it would be nearly impossible to force the blockade.

Shen Lian can only fight against ten thousand year old ghosts, but the seven lions are all monsters, and their cultivation level is definitely not less than ten thousand years old.

He immediately noticed that Xinshan's expression was very subtle.

"What's wrong?"

Xinshan smiled and said, "Master, do you know who the other woman is?"

"Do you recognize it?"

"Lord Ye Lan mentioned before that her name seems to be Su Yu, and she is the other party in the engagement of the 71st Prince Li Huan..."

The corner of Shen Lian's mouth twitched, and he waved his hand to tell Xinshan not to worry about it.

"Master, Shopkeeper Shen said that if you fall in love with a young lady in the capital, he doesn't mind you starting a family in another place."

Shen Lian glanced at Xinshan, who quickly shut up and left.

"Why does the taboo of the mummy Buddha still seem to remain?"

Shen Lian opened his mouth and took a breath. A steady stream of water from the well flowed into his mouth. The inexplicable feeling of hunger and thirst was relieved a little, but as long as he stopped drinking water, the hunger and thirst would still come back silently.

"The ten thousand year old demon is really difficult to deal with, and the taboos are completely unreasonable."

Shen Lian communicated with the sixth-grade flesh and blood lotus platform, and carefully searched for any abnormalities in his body and soul. As a result, he found more than a dozen grains of sand in the Niwan Palace.

The gravel is pure white in color and only one or two percent the size of ordinary gravel.

[Buddha's Sand Appraisal Completed, Ksitigarbha Yama Experience +0.01%]

【Fosa】

[Originated from Lion Camel Ridge, the Buddha's sand contained a trace of Buddha's residual soul, which was later eroded by the yellow-fanged old elephant and turned into a demon. ]

"The remnant soul of Buddha."

"What kind of Buddha is this? It can't be Jin Chanzi, right?"

Resentment slowly grew in the Buddhist sand, and the taboos of the mummy Buddha were still eroding itself.

Shen Lian hesitated for a few moments, but did not completely get rid of the Buddhist sand.

He could feel that the taboos of the mummy Buddha could actually restrain the curse, and the fact proved that fighting poison with poison was feasible.

"Well, Fosha can also stimulate the immortal profound art to refine the body."

Shen Lian poured all the rat demon corpses in the fruit core into the Danlu Fruit, and the career panel continued to show experience prompts.

After a while, the experience progress of Wanshou Corpse Root reached 51.32%.

"There's really no need to worry about insufficient points in Lion Camel Ridge. In this damn place, the number of demons is definitely far greater than that of ordinary people."

If nothing unexpected happens, all four professions should be able to complete their promotion in Lion Camel Ridge.

Shen Lian was waiting for the completion of the temple, and just then the sixth-grade flesh and blood lotus platform had been fully restored.

He had tried it in Yanliang Town. If he wanted to maximize the effect of his fishing power, he had to worship the statue according to the temple's specifications.

At the same time, the three-door stomach method is already impacting the second level.

Shen Lian swept across the middle dantian, and the relic sacral bone grew intestines and stomach, and it could be seen that the efficiency of the sacral bone in accepting strength tempering was increasing.

He devoted himself to cultivation, and only felt his lack of strength when he was in Lion Camel Ridge.

Because his physical body was not strong enough to withstand the ten thousand year old demon, the effects of his magical powers could not be manifested in battle, and he was even almost drained of his strength when they met at Qinglin Academy.

The poisonous immortal body was successfully synthesized, and the poison resistance of the Immortal Mysterious Art was further improved.

The bottleneck of the fifth level of the acquired infinite relics method began to loosen.

It was getting dark when Xinshan returned from Guan Ping's residence, but he did not bring any useful clues. The blockade of the neighborhood in Panhuan Cave was extremely tight.

Shen Lian did not act rashly. He spent two days mastering the Three Stomach Techniques to a small degree, and then his Acquired Infinite Relics Technique was also advanced to the fifth level.

His progress in cultivation seemed to be advancing by leaps and bounds, but he was still a little dissatisfied because neither his stance nor his horizontal training could make a qualitative leap.

There is no other way. Unless you have the fifth-level food-replenishing ability, otherwise your practice can only be a slow and steady process.

Shen Lian occasionally traveled to Qinglin Mansion, mainly to obtain new unconventional classics.

As a result, we learned from the reservists that the Miscellaneous Classics Pavilion is locked every ten days, which shows that the Mummy Buddha was preaching on that day.

The situation at Guan Ping's residence was very stable, and Ma Wanhu's breath showed no sign of weakening.

What was even more strange was that five days after the blockade of the neighborhood, Shen Lian received another message from Ma Wanhu with the same content.

Ma Wanhu used the same tone to ask Shen Lian to go to Guan Ping's residence.

"How evil."

While Shen Lian was in a daze, he heard the sound of craftsmen shouting from the newly built temple, accompanied by the discussions of a large number of onlookers.

"Hey hey, hey hey hey..."

In accordance with the customs of the capital, the craftsmen moved the table on which the statue was to be placed to Fuhou Street.

Fuhou Street, which had been deserted for more than half a month, actually attracted a crowd of onlookers, and even vendors from the neighboring Jinghe Street came specially.

"Huh?" Shen Lian raised his eyebrows.

He found several craftsmen excitedly carrying buckets of paint, which seemed to be deliberately mixed with cow's blood, and an unpleasant fishy smell filled the air.

The crowd was not surprised at all and took the initiative to smear the paint on the ground on their faces.

Xinshan initially thought it was a unique custom in the capital, but after communicating with the craftsmen, his expression revealed an indelible solemnity.

The two began to argue, and soon the public also realized that something was wrong.

"Young Master." Xinshan saw Shen Lian coming and hurriedly said softly, "They have been causing a lot of trouble on the stage."

The table top is carved with distorted and hideous human faces.

If Xinshan had not stopped the craftsmen, the table would have been placed in the center of the temple.

The head craftsman shook his head and said, "Cow blood is used to paint the eyes. If you can't paint the eyes of the human face on the stage, it will bring bad luck."

Shen Lian turned around and asked Xinshan, "You didn't tell them which temple it was?"

"No, I have previously found several craftsmen, but as long as the Zhong Kui Temple is built, none of them are willing to take over..."

"what!"

The head craftsman's face turned pale, and he said with trembling lips: "You are not building the Blood Bodhisattva Temple? It's over, it's a disaster!!!"

When the people heard the chief craftsman's exclamation, they all left Fuhou Street at the same time.

In the Jinghe area, the three words "Blood Bodhisattva" are kept secret. People are in awe and extremely afraid of it at the same time, and they are even unwilling to talk about it.

"You are so brave."

The head craftsman was already in his forties or fifties, but he was so scared that he was sweating all over.

"Don't set up statues of other immortals or Buddhas, otherwise the Blood Bodhisattva will never let you go. No matter how effective Zhong Kui is, he can't save your lives..."

Shen Lian ignored the head craftsman and ran his palm over the pattern on the stone table.

The powder drifted in the wind, and countless faces disappeared.

"Boss, wish you the best!!!"

The head craftsman took the wages that Xinshan had paid and immediately left with the others.

A sneer appeared on Shen Lian's lips.

The Blood Bodhisattva is definitely a demon. It can be seen that the influence of Lion Camel Ridge on the capital has penetrated deeply into the bones. It has not only possessed the bodies of hundreds of thousands of mortals, but has also become a part of people's lives.

"The situation is so bad that it is difficult to reverse. The more I look at it, the more I feel that the Tang Dynasty is hopeless."

No wonder, even though Fuhou Street was occupied by the Rat Fairy, there were still people alive. This might be related to the so-called Blood Bodhisattva.

"Master, do you want to take it slow first?"

Xinshan noticed that several families on Fuhou Street were packing up their belongings, and said hesitantly, "Master, I'll go ask about the Blood Bodhisattva first."

"No need."

Shen Lian had a statue of Zhong Kui that was over three meters tall in his hand.

"I guess the worship of the Blood Bodhisattva is a recent trend in the capital. It seems that the commotion caused by the replacement of the Tang Emperor will become more and more serious, and we will encounter more evil spirits in the future."

He raised his hand and threw the statue of Zhong Kui, which landed steadily on the table.

The fishing magic is displayed naturally.

The statue radiates a light that is invisible to the naked eye, but the area it covers is very limited, only covering most of Fuhou Street.

Shen Lian looked a little confused.

He had already prepared to restrain his fishing powers for fear of causing unrest, but the area was only one kilometer, far below expectations.

"wrong."

Shen Lian activated the relic bone and immediately saw a hazy dream.

The Fuhou Street in the dream seemed even more deserted. There was also a temple on the original site, with a statue of Zhong Kui standing in the center.

The fishing range in the dream capital is even smaller than that in the real world, it only covers the entire mansion.

But 90% of his magical powers are used to maintain the statue of Zhong Kui in the dream capital.

Sudden.

Through the statue, Shen Lian sensed the sound of chanting coming from the capital in his dream, and then the blood-red moonlight sprinkled on Fuhou Street.

"The Blood Bodhisattva's practice is probably seven thousand years."

The moonlight seemed alive, attracted by the fishing power and spreading towards the statue.

Shen Lian didn't see the true body of the Blood Bodhisattva at all, but the resentment had quietly taken effect on the statue and indirectly affected himself.

"Master, you..."

"Ignore it."

There were large areas of burn marks on Shen Lian's skin.

The blood vessels were twisting and the breath became extremely unstable.

Then his blood boiled, as if a ghost was about to break out of his body, but because of the Huangquan Immortal Bone, it was forcibly suppressed.

Shen Lian's mouth corners raised.

“It seems that the supreme physical foundation laid by the Xiantian Henglian Saint Body cannot be brought into play by relying solely on the Immortal Profound Art.”

"The curse of the demon can actually help the potential of the foundation to be realized."

As soon as Shen Lian finished speaking, the three stomach techniques naturally progressed to perfection. It was the body's instinct to mobilize all resources to fight against the curse.

Even the old yellow-fanged elephant was trying to stabilize his body and soul.

"Isn't there a shortcut?!"

"Demons are all my beloved friends on the road of cultivation!!!"

Shen Lian casually picked a few elixirs grown from the corpse of the rat demon. After making sure his body and soul were stable, his consciousness quietly communicated with the statue of Zhong Kui.

(End of this chapter)